The small dark room
Behind the school lane
Untouched it remained
Window wide open and
a repurposed door
Scrambling feet upon the floor
As if for once everything was restored
She was a girl again
His voice almost echoed
Within the room
His white shirt now a musty brown
Cigarette butts on the ground
Her parent's liquor
Tucked beneath her skirt
And she wasn't hurt
And he had stayed
And they hadn't played
a game they were destined to lose
She heard his voice whispering
"I'll be with you forever
It'll be us against the world"
Sitting there on the cold ground, alone
Whirlpools of dust making constellations before her eyes
Finally understanding what he meant
Their purpose wasn't to be together forever
But create something that would
And sitting there
Looking at their names etched
Upon the wall
She realised forever had been
Conquered all along.
YOU ARE READING
UNSUNG BALLADS
PoetryThe ocean does not apologise for it's depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so neither shall I. This is some of my original poetry , that was getting too tired sitting on the last pages of my notebooks.
